The Price of Addiction: So Much More Than Dollars and Cents..

In every conversation I’ve ever had regarding the disease of addiction somehow the topic always found its way back to the cost.  We’ve all heard the horror stories of how pricy these resort style rehabs are.  I can only imagine the dollars spent on advertising.  The glossy photos that would appear on my computer screen looking like something I would book if I was searching for a romantic get away with my husband.  The beaches, the palm trees and the pools all waiting for the arrival of our addicted sons and daughters.  All promising they were the best.  They had the best, they provided the best and so on and so on.   I would scroll through and think damn, I should start taking drugs just so I could attend one of these fabulous places in the sun.

I closed my eyes and had this flash back from my early nursing days.  Working as the charge nurse on the floor of a popular nursing home.  The pamphlets show all the beauty.  The common rooms and the gardens, all looking like something advertising luxury living.  Hiding the smell of urine.  The people strapped into Geri chairs, drool running down their shirts. Left to their own devices.  The horror that lay behind those beautiful rooms for only the staff to see.  How can the owners of those homes deceive the public and charge exorbitant amounts of money for such inadequate care.

Could another industry be as deceptive in their marketing of providing safe, effective care in a beautiful setting and continue to stay in business.  I’m afraid they can.

I’ve lived the experience that so many other parents share.  We had faith in the recovery system.  We believed the brochures and those caring people that lead us to trust that our child’s recovery was utmost on their mind.  They tell us they care and will do everything in their power to ensure our addicts are kept safe and sound.  They give us a false sense of security allowing us to take that breath and feel we are sending our addict to the best place possible.

Then they hit us with the price tag for this most amazing care.  As parents we are emotional wrecks.  We will do anything and pay anything to have the nightmare that our child’s addiction has inflicted into our life’s come to a end.  So we drain our savings, deplete our retirement accounts and remortgage our homes because we are desperate to believe these so called addiction professionals hold the keys to a world that will save our children.

According to the National Institute on Drug Abuse, addiction is characterized by intense, uncontrollable drug craving.  So why do these so called experts allow our kids freedom to leave the grounds and explore these new surroundings unsupervised.  Matt had been accepted into a rehab in Florida, after I came up with three thousand dollars.  Imagine my surprise when the phone rang at ten p.m. and it was Matt.  Hi Mom, I’m walking to the beach.  You’re what?  Yeah I’m just checking out the beach. Seriously, you are unsupervised on your second night in rehab and you’re out and about?  So now that familiar feeling of anxiety bursts through the false security I’d been fed by the owners that were more than happy to cash my check and allow my son more freedom than he ever had at home.

Unfortunately this seems to be a common practice.  Another mother also bought into the promise of a safe place for her heroin using daughter. After spending eight thousand for a months stay at a luxury rehab, she received the same shocking phone call. Hi Mom, I’m at the gym.  You mean the gym in the rehab, no mom I’m allowed to go to the gym, pharmacy and grocery store.  My question is, just what services are we getting for our thousands of dollars.  Why are addicts permitted freedom when the research shows that being drug free for a few days is not a cure. Addicts require long term care in a safe, drug free environment to have the chance of achieving the goal of sobriety.

If the research is available for parents to find and read why aren’t these professionals educated in the basic fundamentals of caring for newly sober addicts.  Why do their programs allow the freedom to enable our kids to return to the only way of life they know.  It’s no surprise that both our kids relapsed.  It’s no surprise that both these rehabs in Florida offered their help again after we spent a few more thousand dollars for a higher level of care.  So in reality all we got for our money were random urine drug tests and broken promises.  Our kids were set up to fail by a system that says one thing but does another.  Placing three addicts at varying levels of sobriety in a cramped apartment.  No formal counseling or one on one sessions as promised.

What are parents supposed to do.  We are thousands of miles away from our kids.  We trusted a system and the self proclaimed professionals responsible for overseeing their treatment and we were failed.  These rehabs throw addicts out into the streets if they are caught using.  I get the fact that the using addicts must be removed from the general population.  I get the fact that rules were broken.  What I have a hard time with is for the thousands of dollars they take in monthly why is there no back up plan for relapse.

As noted by the NIDA, the chronic nature of addiction means that relapsing is not only possible but likely.  So again my question is why don’t these professed addiction professionals expect and know how to safely respond to a relapse.  The streets are not the answer.  According to a report in Prescription Drug Abuse, Florida has the 11th highest drug overdose mortality rate in the United States.  Yet these rehabs continue to advertise and give parents like me false hope that they will give our addicts the best shot at recovery.

Unfortunately, this is nothing new.  The lawmakers in Florida had knowledge that both rehabs and sober houses have been kicking addicts to the curb for years.  They have chosen to turn their backs on this unacceptable practice until recently.  Florida Association of Recovery Residences also know as FARR has stepped up.  It’s goal is to regulate this broken industry.  To get rid of the vultures that rob us of our money and our children.  Sadly, because of Florida Homestead laws most of these unscrupulous sober living home owners will continue their practice of making a living off of and then throwing our kids away like the disposable income they are thought to be.  Florida law will not allow the regulation to become mandatory.  I really don’t think any of these places will step up and allow regulations to rob them of easy money.

While these regulatory bodies are well intentioned and might have the potential to start a change toward the treatment of addiction, it’s too little too late for many parents like me.  Matt died of an overdose in a Florida motel after being kicked out of his sober living house by the owner.  Many briefly sober addicts are back at it, except now they are using on the streets of Florida where they were dumped by those recovery professionals that cashed checks, told lies and took advantage of parents desperately seeking help for their addicts.

Two industries preying on a population that can’t defend itself against abuse.  The shiny brochures all hiding the ugliness of reality.  Families spending thousands of dollars believing their loved ones are being looked after by professionals who care.  I don’t know about you but I smell a rat!

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So Much Loss

So much loss in our world today it shakes me to my core. Too many young lives gone to soon, now angels knocking on heavens door. Why can’t this country wake up and see the total destruction of our society. They keep filling the jails and prisons too, that’s not the cure they know it’s true. What will it take, a hundred more of our babies at heavens door? I am angry, sad, and broken within but I refuse to quit, I will never give in. I pray our children have the strength to survive, to battle this demon and come out alive! I promise my child as I stand here today, I will never give up until this war is won and not one more family has to say goodbye to their own loved one. ♡

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I Broke Free

Let’s welcome our newest blogger Heidi Houle. Her words strike a chord among families of those struggling as only someone who has walked in our shoes can do. Thank you Heidi!

The day I told the world my son was addicted to drugs, was the day I broke free. No longer would I hide from the stigma of what others thought of me. I raised my son the best I could, I am not perfect but I am good. I taught him the difference between right and wrong and if he ever felt peer pressure to always stay strong. He grew up happy and healthy with great skills to use, how could I have forseen that it would be drugs he would choose. So many years I lived with shame and would stifle back tears when I said his name. No longer do I allow myself to feel ashamed, nor do I stay silent when others point and blame. I hold my head up high because like everyone’s child mine was a gift from God above, and my precious son to me you will always be, covered in love ♡

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Opioid Addiction: A Man Made Epidemic

During my sons active addiction I never gave any thought to where his pills were coming from beyond the pill mill doctors he visited once a month. I was too busy trying to save him from the addiction that would eventually take his life. I had no time to investigate the source of the poison pills that were so precious to him and prescribed so freely by his pain management practice.
It wasn’t until months after his death and I was able to even function that I started wondering how this opioid epidemic started. I’d been contacted by mothers from all over the country after the news of Matts death spread over social media. We shared the heartbreak of losing our addicts and with each story the same common thread was woven through. All became addicted and died from an opioid overdose.
How could this be. How can so many people die from the same cocktail of drugs. The more moms I spoke to, the clearer it became that someone else was behind this deadly epidemic.

As a nurse I was amazed at the dose and volume of pills Matt was able to obtain every month. I blamed his pill pushing doctors for his addiction. Their only solution to his back pain was drugs, drugs and more drugs. No scripts for physical therapy or acupuncture, just the combo of narcotics, Methadone and muscle relaxers. So being a medical professional and seeing how my son was turned from someone with chronic back pain post surgery to the addicted man he became I had to find out who was behind the brilliant idea of creating such a highly addictive drug and then giving physicians the false security that this drug was indeed safe for long term non terminal pain. Imagine my anger when I was introduced to the newest Member of the Forbes most rich of 2015. Raymond and Beverly Sackler owners of the Connecticut based Purdue Pharma. A company I never new existed until I started searching for answers.

The more I read, the madder I became. According to an article in Forbes Magazine, (www.forbes.com/sites/alexmorrell/2015/07/01) this company made $1 billion dollars in the first few years of introducing this highly addictive drug. Their annual revenue is estimated at $3 billion dollars. I wonder how many lives were lost while the Sacklers were living a life of luxury. To make matters worse the company lied about the addictive quality of their money making drug. They mislead both the FDA and prescribing physicians leading them to believe that it was addiction proof. But as accidental overdoses and people now addicted to the drug came to light in 2007, the company pleaded guilty to federal criminal charges of mislabeling the drug. They paid $635 million in penalties but did not stop manufacturing the poison that provided them with a most lavish lifestyle. After all what’s $635 million when you’re making $14 billion.

So here we are in 2015. Despite the knowledge we now have about opioid related deaths and have seen the epidemic of addiction sweep the country, nothing has changed. Physicians hide behind their white coats and continue to over prescribe highly addictive opioid drugs to a population of people that need pain control but do not need to be made into addicts. According to the American Society of Addictive Medicine, 1.9 million of Americans live with prescription opioid abuse. Close to one hundred people die everyday from overdose deaths in this country. Overdose being the leading cause of death in this country surpassing car accidents and homicide. (www.asam.org). How sad for our society that physicians and pharmaceutical companies continue to put greed in front of human lives.

I look back and remember Matt. He lost everything after becoming addicted to the Sackler’s poison. He didn’t want the life his addiction forced upon him. He had no idea the drugs prescribed from his trusted physician would slowly destroy his life while making life for the owners of Purdue Pharma one of incredible wealth. Supposedly the Sacklers have a legacy of philanthropy. Noted for the gifts given to many galleries and schools including Harvard, NYU and Oxford. What a shame they didn’t build rehabs using a portion of their billions to rebuild the lives they helped destroy.

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Herion. Stop the Silence. Speak the Truth. Start the Conversation.

Previously published on Heroin.Stop the Silence.Speak the Truth

A boy from my old neighborhood died this week. He was no longer a ‘boy’, he was 26, but to me he was still one of the kids. They ran around in the summer as a pack. You could tell where they were by looking for their pile of bikes. Scenes from those days of innocence keep flashing through my head – when they went from one house to another, rode their bikes to the playground or to the store- images of boyhood youth. Now he’s gone. Heroin stole him. My heart is breaking for his mother and siblings. They have already been through so much, having lost their husband and father to cancer four years ago. I’m sure Addiction has also stolen years of this family’s life. I know how Addiction takes over a home, because Addiction has been an unwelcome member of our family for the last ten years.

Addiction is stealthy. It hides in basements and bathrooms and bedrooms. It steals children and decimates families under a cloak of silence. The addicts themselves are embarrassed and guilty and are afraid to ask for help. Parents feel inadequate, trying to figure out where they went wrong, what could they have done better. I was a stay at home Mom for God’s sake, and my firstborn is a heroin addict. What does that say about me? Guilt, silence, embarrassment – these are Addiction’s wingmen, giving it the wind needed to kill our kids, gaining strength in whispers at book clubs and coffee shops, ‘he’s an addict you know’.

It’s time to Stop the Silence. It’s time to Speak the Truth. My son is a heroin addict. I want to wear a t-shirt, a hat, a pin, something. I want a suffering family member or addict to see me in the grocery store and be able to walk up and say ‘me too’. I want families to not feel isolated and alone in this hell that is Addiction. It is everywhere, and we are hiding it because we feel guilty and ashamed. I have seen in people’s eyes in the past that they knew my son was an addict. But they also didn’t know if I knew, and I wasn’t shouting it from the rooftops. So the elephant was with me everywhere I went. We lived in a small town. I was sure everyone knew. I was sure my son’s name was whispered when I wasn’t there. Yet I stayed silent.

My son is in recovery. He has been clean and sober for 16 months. It’s a miracle he’s alive. That miracle cost us a small fortune. True recovery is not cheap and it is not easy. It is not five days of detox, have a nice day. It is not a thirty day stint in rehab, have a nice life. It is a slow, slogging, exhausting crawl out of the muddy nasty pit Addiction digs under you. My son spent thirty days full in-patient, sixty more days at the same hospital in a step down program, and then five months in transition housing and treatment. He moved to a sober house where he has been for the past eight months. None of this was easy for him. He dug deep and worked hard. He would not have been able to do this without the support he had along the way. He recognizes that he will need that support for a very long time if not forever. He is beginning to see light and a future, but it certainly didn’t happen during his first thirty days – or even the next ninety. Time is the key, and time costs money. We spent a huge chunk of our life savings to buy him the time he needed.  It was a scary gamble for us, but we chose to bet on our son. We’re grateful and thankful he chose to double down on that bet for all he was worth.  We were lucky we had the ability to throw those dice. A huge percentage of addicts don’t have anyone (or have burned out the people they used to have) with the resources to get them the help they need.

My son had an Anthem Blue Cross/Blue Shield PPO plan. It listed addiction recovery as something they cover. It listed detox and hospitalization as something they cover.  I have in my possession a letter that states the diagnosis is heroin addiction and can be treated outpatient.  Detox, denied. Inpatient rehab, denied. Anthem’s medical plan did not pay one dime of his treatment costs.

Recently my son accompanied someone who asked for help to the ER. He had relapsed and wanted to get into detox. There was not a single bed in any detox facility in the state, for any price.  He had to wait almost a week for a bed to open up. In that week this young man stayed safe by staying on the couch in my son’s sober living house and not spending one minute alone. Kicking addiction takes a village, but addicts need a ticket into that village, and they are few and far between – and very very costly.

How are we to deal with this epidemic if we as a society leave these addicts out there to die? We all pay the price of this epidemic. Banks, gas stations, convenience stores are being robbed at gunpoint. Home invasions, car break-ins, shoplifting, and credit card fraud are all ways addicts are feeding their habit. For the families of addicts, we get to go looking for stolen possessions – sister’s jewelry, brother’s amp- at pawn shops, or we reach to pay for something only to find our money is gone. Let’s not forget the children of addicts. They pay the highest price.

The news tells us to worry about terrorists and Ebola and whatever else they think will increase their ratings. I understand that these threats are real, but our society is quietly rotting in basements and bedrooms across America. Opiates and methamphetamines are destroying this country from within, stealing the next generation right out from under our noses. Kids who should be going to proms and football games are stealing from their parents, dropping out of school, and starting on a path that ends with jail or death. They are our future, and we need to start fighting for them.

The front line of this fight is to Stop the Silence. Scream the Truth. Let people know that Addiction is in their own towns. It walks the halls of their schools and sits beside them in their workplace. It is teaching their children, driving their buses, policing their streets, and killing their neighborhood children.

If we stop the silence, people will start fighting this battle together instead of feeling ineffective, isolated and alone. If we speak the truth, society will begin to recognize the crisis we are all facing as this epidemic of Addiction stops hiding behind walls of silence and is driven into the light. If we start the conversation, we as a society can put our efforts toward a solution.

Share your story. Let people know how Addiction has touched your life. It has probably touched their lives as well. Help save our children.

My son is a heroin addict.

Stop the Silence. Speak the Truth. Start the Conversation.

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Double Standard Stigma

Please welcome MaryBeth Cichocki to our blog and visit her at http://mothersheartbreak.com/

As the mother of an addict who overdosed, I’m always saddened by some peoples reaction when I tell my son’s story. Well, he was an addict they say. He did this to himself they say, giving me the feeling that in their twisted minds it’s ok that he died. Almost like he deserved it and why am I so surprised? People who use drugs usually die if they don’t get help and quit. Like it’s no big deal when just your average addict dies. The stigma of what an addict is resonates through many conversations I’ve had since my son died.

People look at me like oh well sorry about your luck. Like my son was a useless, unproductive, disposable human being. Not the thoughtful, funny man that he truly was who just happened to have a horrible disease.

My question is why is this stigma mostly associated with addicts from certain socioeconomic classes. Why did no one point the finger at Michael Jackson, he had an addiction problem. There was no one in the media saying he deserved his fate. Everyone went into immediate mourning over a beautiful life cut too short. Everyone blamed his doctor and the lawmakers went for an immediate arrest. The music world did amazing tributes to his talent and the world watched as his grieving children said a heart breaking good bye to their loving father. Please don’t get me wrong. I loved his music and talent and mourned for his family. My son was heavy into his addiction when Michael died and I used his death to scare my son into rehab.

Its the same thing for all Hollywood. Heath Ledger died in his apartment from the same deadly combo of drugs that my son used. Once again everyone expressed sadness and shock at another talented life cut too short. Never stating that he had enough money to get help anywhere in the world, yet this disease was stronger than his will to fight. Never heard the addict word. Just an unfortunate accident.

It’s the same for Whitney, Cory and Philip and all the other rich and famous people who die exactly the way our children have died. Drug Overdoses. Yet there are no negative statements or publicity. Public reaction is one of shock, pity and sadness. No one says oh well they were addicts they did it to themselves. No one shuns the families afraid to be associated with the leftovers of the addict. These grieving families are treated with respect and kindness. No talking behind closed doors. In the world of rich and famous it’s just an unfortunate tragedy.
How can a persons wealth and standing in this world make such a difference in how they are judged. An addict is an addict whether you live in Malibu, The Hampton’s or a middle class neighborhood in any state in this country. This stigma should not be custom tailored for one group of people and not for another.

I’ve watched both Johnny Depp and Joaquin Phoenix show up for interviews on late night tv completely stoned. Did anyone make then feel dirty or disposable. Nope, the audience and the show’s host just thought it was the funniest thing ever. I watched in anger thinking what a pitiful society we have become to think being publicly drunk or stoned is acceptable depending on
who you are. If anyone in the audience was displaying the behavior that was being displayed on stage I’d bet security would be called and then the police. Since when does who you are dictate what acceptable behavior is.

My hope is that one day society will stop accepting overdose deaths as a tragedy for some and a self inflicted choice for others. No one deserves to die from an overdose. Examples need to be set that no matter who you are there is nothing funny about addiction. The double standard must stop and every addict should be perceived as someone with a chronic sometimes fatal disease.

Until society changes its perception of addiction and realizes that it is a disease that knows no boundaries, beautiful people will continue to die. Rich and famous or poor and unknown it really doesn’t matter. Like I said, an addict is an addict. All dying of the same demons.

 

 

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How Heroin Hijacked My Brain

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I Talk About Him | Scribbles & Crumbs

I know you don’t understand. I’m so thankful you don’t. I know time has passed. Somehow, the world kept turning, even when mine stopped. I’m back on the ride now, reluctantly, sometimes half-heartedly, but I’m showing up. I know I am changed. I forever will be. Maybe that’s what happens when you kiss a piece …

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Seattle Could Be the First City in the U.S. to Host Safe-Injection Sites for Heroin Users

Source: Seattle Could Be the First City in the U.S. to Host Safe-Injection Sites for Heroin Users

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HOSPITALS AND INSTITUTIONS

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A couple of days ago I posted about going to a detox unit to share my experience, strength and hope. I talked about how gratifying the experience was and how satisfied I was when I left there. I remembered what it was like sitting in those seats oh so many times myself and how I never utilized the life saving information that the members of H&I were so freely sharing. I remember it like it was yesterday when I was there sharing and I even felt a little saddened about how long it took for me to get this message.The sad feeling was very short lived. I am learning to love myself today and not dwell in the mistakes of my past. The truth is I just was not ready. I was in denial of my addiction and would not have made it here any sooner. I know today that…

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